"Hello, Miss. Is the owner of this phone your mother?" The man's voice sounded like he was in his forties or fifties—calm and well-mannered.
"Yes," Clara Grant replied, subconsciously tightening her grip on the phone.
"I see. Could you please come to XX Road? Your mother just jaywalked against a red light and my car..."
Seth Quinn, who was leaning close to the earpiece, heard the address and immediately spun the car around, heading in the opposite direction without a second thought for the one-way street.
Before the man on the other end could finish, Clara Grant's hand was shaking uncontrollably. "Are you saying... my mom was in a car... accident? Is she— Is she okay?"
"Miss, please don't worry. It wasn't quite a car accident. Your mother was just a bit frightened," Marcus Jarvis said, his gaze falling on the woman who was being helped up by his driver. Her eyes were still vacant.
